Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.